Poem for Day 137 – 20150517
Mirror turn aside your lie,
the proffered presentation denies
the person I believe I am:
dancer of the light fantastic,
partner to the lovely followers.
I must be another person,
thirty pounds lighter,
two decades younger,
instead of who I truly am,
this outward thing called me.
Youth of another time,
trapped inside this aging self,
seeing myself mirrored now
echoed with unrealized sympathy
in beauty of dancers younger than me.
DJ play your swinging songs,
live band strike up the instruments,
I'll not act my age, not tonight,
my soul is here to dance, merry make,
hoping the body keeps the pace!
Dear mirror, please be kind,
I'm not the man I used to be,
instead I have grown in spirit,
body too, never mind that,
partner to lovely followers.
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